Date: Wed, 7 Aug 2002 15:41:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Piers dandolo
Subject: A Strange Transfer
Recently, I was given an assignment to do a data
transfer in Derbyshire. It was a long drive.
Nevertheless, I had arranged to meet with the Data
Support Manager at 9 o'clock so I made an early start
and reached the client's offices punctually. I asked
for my the Manager, but was told he had not yet
arrived, so I had to do my best to get started on my
own which really pissed me off.
Anyhow, just after 10 he poled up. Although I had
spoken to him over the telephone, we had never met.
His name was Mark, 40ish, about 5'10, intense blue
eyes, dark hair, in good shape and reeked of expensive
cologne. In short he was as handsome as he was
obviously gay. Now, though I am happily married, I
have never been able to resist a bit of man-sex on the
side. So, I decided to have some a little fun.
After introducing himself, Mark offered me coffee
which I accepted, and told him that I had to get a
couple of items from my car. While outside, I
purchased a gay magazine from a newsagent across the
street and on my way back upstairs stopped at the
toilet to stuff a screwed up pocket hanky down the
front of my briefs to enhance my packet. I put the
mag in my case so that when I opened it he would see
it.
After coffee we started work on the transfer. Mark was
very professional but I thought I caught him checking
out my crotch once or twice, especially after I had
opened my case to get a CD.
Soon it was lunchtime and Mark offered to show me a
pub where I could get a good meal. So off we went to
the pub. When we sat down I noticed he sat on the
bench next to me rather than the opposite side of the
table facing me. I asked if he lived locally. He said
he lived very close by in the town and volunteered
that although he had a boyfriend, he lived alone.
As we ate he started letting his thigh touch mine. I,
of course, didn't move away. Before long there was a
furtive hand on my knee and gradually higher. I of
course did the same and soon realised that he was as
hard as I was. When we had finished eating, Mark said
he needed to collect something from home on the way
back to the office. I said I would come along to keep
him company.
His place was only five minutes away. We went in and
Mark showed me into his sitting room. Mark made the
first move by pulling me toward him and kissing my
neck. Meanwhile, his hands had slipped under my shirt
and where ruffling the hair on my chest and teasing my
sensitive nipples. I could feel his hard cock against
my thigh through the fabric of our trousers: I had to
get it into my hand.
Pulling away slightly, I undid his belt and waistband
so that his trousers fell away from his white cotton
briefs. His raging prick was tenting them out hugely
and precum had caused a small wet patch at the tip. I
slipped my hands under the elasticated waist and
eased them down over his hips. His prick shot upward
toward his belly and flicked a tiny drop of precum
onto my shirt. It was of average size, uncut with neat
hairy balls hanging below. I held his length loosely
and gently eased the foreskin down to reveal the shiny
purple-red tip, Mark gasped sharply.
Quickly, he kicked off his trousers and briefs, while
I removed my trousers. Mark then knelt down and after
feeling my hardon through the fabric, slipped his
fingers into each pant leg and caressed my balls. Soon
afterward he drew my underpants down to my feet
leaving my rampant pole exposed . I have an average
7-1/2 inches, cut but with very hefty balls that I keep
neatly shaved.
I thought at first Mark was going to blow me, but
instead he gave me an expert hand job, right hand
working my dick while the left stimulated my balls and
anus. I was soon almost screaming with the need for
release and shot my cum all over his face and neck.
After that I wanked Mark off. He was so turned on it
took only five or six strokes before he was cumming
powerfully into my hand.
Not wanting to cause any comment , we quickly cleaned
ourselves up and went back to the office. We completed
the transfer by mid afternoon with Mark giving no hint
of what had happened.
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